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Rated: E · Short Story · Nonsense · #2199855
Thomas has all happiness drained from him, will he be happy again?
It had been a long day, full of the normal, unexpected twists that hit Thomas in the back of the head like a thrown stone. He did his best to attempt being optimistic amidst it all but as the night drew closer, his happiness drained into the gutter, literally.

Thomas looked at the ground and saw a pink and red swirled, runny goo running from the tips of his shoes into the drain. He didn't question why it was happening, it had already been a tough day, why add one more worry to the overflowing plate? his brain asked himself. Thomas agreed and continued walking, leaving a trail of pink-red shoeprints behind.

His brain began playing a clip from a random song to try and help Thomas forget about the day for at least five minutes. When the beginning of the chorus came, Thomas stopped and turned around where he noticed that the pink-red shoeprint trail that he was creating had stopped, and the music stopped as soon as he realized this. Slowly the silence was replaced with a happy little melody that made Thomas ask his brain, "Are you doing that?" "No, sir. It's your happy thoughts. They've taken over and are now playing happy music to cheer you up!"

"I got this feeling, inside my bones, it goes electric baby when I turn it on…" The happy thoughts sang in squeaky, cute voices, and as if they were reversing time, the pink goo with red swirl mixed in slowly made its way back to Thomas' toes and worked its way up. He noticed that happiness was coming from so many directions, he wasn't entirely sure where they were all coming from but he did recognize that a huge pool of the goo was flying towards him from the direction of the shop where he worked! The sensation of the goo entering the toes of his shoes, the tips of his fingers and the top of his head was warm and delightful.

After all the "goo" had returned to his soul, he felt rejuvenated and ready to dance. It was dusk so not many people were out but he didn't care if it was dusk or one in the afternoon! He felt like dancing! He freestyled his dance moves, moving his body in an unpredictable pattern, randomly he would start running or skipping before continuing to dance and he did so until he had arrived at his house. The day felt new, it didn't feel like dusk, it felt like dawn and he was happily getting ready for work when in reality he was getting ready for bed. When he went to sleep, his head still kept bobbing until he fell asleep.
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